Wow... That was my EXACT experience when I lived in London with my boyfriend at the time.
I hated it. I was happy that he had a good social life, but at the same time I hated that he wouldn't take me with him.
Stupid guys night out... And yeah, what a LOVELY way to treat me...
I moved to another country for him, where I didn't know anyone.
He knew I didn't have many friends back home, and he knew I found it hard to make new friends.
He knew I was stuck in the flat by myself. He knew I missed my family.
One time he went to the pub after work, got drunk, ignored my phone calls (I found this out later through his friend), and managed to fall asleep on the train home so that he didn't come home until in the middle of the night or early morning or whatever it was. The big deal about that was the fact that I had a flight to catch that morning and he had promised to go with me to the airport. We didn't get far at all before he got sick from last night and he had to go back to the flat and I had to go to the airport by myself.
It's not like I never made mistakes. I know I did.
Guess that makes my ex & I even.
I know I don't hate the fact that my bf has his own social life either.What I hate is the fact that like it was with you,he knows how lonely I feel.We argue about it so many times yet he still never even tried to get me to go out with him.But that was because he doesn't tell people about me.His sisters and his mum dont know about me or his friends.So he can hardly take me along to hang out with everyone when he hasn't even mentioned the fact that he has a girlfriend let alone that we live together.The only person who does know is his dad.
I used to be fine if I just received a text throughout the evening just telling me hes thinking of me while he was gone.But that stopped and now I just drink every friday evening to stop the pain that nobody is actually thinking of me that night.So it's difficult.I do like him having his own friends,but inviting me along occasionally to parties etc would have meant the world to me.God telling people about me would mean the world to me but he doesn't.He's seen how much pain he puts me through but he says he has a real problem telling people about girlfriends because of something that happened in the past.He cant get that its different with us than what happened in his past and its just so frustrating.
My mum is getting by.She's in and out of hospital because the treatment is making her really ill.She's just lost her hair through chemo and that affected her a little.She's still managing to stay upbeat though which is something I don't think I'd be if it happened to me! I don't live by her so I can't visit her often which I do feel guilty about.But treatment seems to be going ok at the moment.
How is your mum doing after her first chemo session?
Thank you for the reply and sorry it took me so long to get back to you!